As the sprinkler runs, and the children play
An aroma of food fills the spring air
Drinks with umbrellas and bendable straws
Ice floating around like women in pools
I close my eyes and dream of Hawaii
Diving into the world of Atlantis
To meet a strange mermaid, named Abhishek
Eyes now open, a kite flies in the wind
Floating, but still not going anywhere
The young children play with a sand bucket
While the others play with the silly string
And Obama’s speaking in the background
Who’s predecessor is George Washington
It’s something to do with the IRS
And a woman’s talking on her cell phone
Something to do with King Henry the 8th
A paint can sits but no can opener
How I want to paint all over the Earth
And learn to play the cello, brilliant
I wipe the cake crumbs off of my pant legs
Like a hero wiping out the bad guys
A kitten comes to inspect the fallen
Pretending the crumbs are like little bugs
And now the sun has fallen; it is night
I watch how the light house shines in the dark
The waves surrounding it are glistening
It’s as if they are saying a peaceful
Song, humming ever-so-slightly to me
This here is a poem, a work of art
Here on the beach, without pen and paper
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